the kids cried out ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ

[overlies]

Who: makima + 2B + falco
What: catch-all for the month; there is a general open prompt for makima and an open misfire for those who would like to help bathe her dogs. i have closed prompts for the other two and am open to writing starters! hmu for plotting @ my plotting posts or liberos if you'd like to plot specifics. feel free to hit up the inbox links below if you'd like to leave a misfire!
When: november.
Where: etc.

Content Warnings: makima (psychological manipulation + others in general, will add if there's more than that)

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MAKIMA

[overlies]

inbox | plotting

🐕 FARTHER SHORES (OTA)

[overlies]

[ it's absolutely singular, the amount of times makima has ever been seen truly, genuinely smiling, but that isn’t known to anyone in trench. she has her civic one out most, if not all of the time, along with the occasional dip into a flat-lined look of indifference or disappointment. she has been lured to the farther shores once again for a number of reasons, but none of them were quite expecting the paddling of dogs. her dogs. not one, not two, but three out of the whopping seven huskies from her apartment complex. was this a gift or flex from mariana? one apparently could never tell, with the way her chaos follows the way nature itself bends, and not particularly choice.

she suspects, or rather wants her patron to be mariana. that would mean she’d have to plan greatly for the duel around her image. she could think about it. she could dream and reach for it like the only hope she’s ever had— and isn’t that true?

makima could be found on the beach with these lovable furry friends absolutely delighted to see her, and so was she. they even came with their collars, and their leashes were not far from being spat out of another tide. they were just . . . an absolute mess of salt and sand, but their tails are a wagging power battery. ]

Who’s a good boy, Tiramisu? Who’s a good boy? [ arf! ] Are you a good boy, Cheesecake? [ woof woof! ] I think Brownie is a good boy, yes you are!

[ RAI RUFF YUU ]

Yes, I ruff you! Such a good boy!

[hearthebell]

[The gliding cut of an orca whale's dorsal fin precedes L's arrival by about thirty seconds. Many people resemble their omens, and this man is not one of them. In stark contrast to his powerful and intimidating omen, L is a spindly and pale man, appearing as though he's on the tail-end of some wasting disease.

While the orca doesn't seem perturbed, the man stiffens at the edge of the scene, because dogs have a way of recognizing human inconsistencies. They know who isn't trustworthy, and he certainly knows that he's not that.]

That's a lot of dogs...

[And in spite of his unease, he can't hate them, because they remind him of that sweet Australian shepherd who was so very representative of his boyfriend.]

[overlies]

[ omens could say a lot about their sleepers without one opening their mouths to explain. it is some sort of representation, whether or not they feel akin to it. an orca whale is quite the eye catcher, for one. a symbol that expanded to respect as much as fear.

makima’s was never around. she is faraway from herself. it had no name, but was too small to even be caught by the eye at times. unless someone was lucky enough to see the beautiful shine of fleeting jade, then perhaps. little would it be a case for her to deal with so soon.

for now, makima had her dogs— real, tangible dogs— and it was more than apparent that they loved her. the straying sleeper visiting the shore only gets their attention when makima offers her’s, raising from her squat. ]

Hello, there!

[ woof!! woof!! woof!! ]

[hearthebell]

[L takes interest in omens when they can be seen. At first, it stands to reason that one of the dogs is probably the strange girl's, but none of the jostling and panting animals shares the same sentient, smoky qualities of an omen. With a twinge, he recalls what had happened to Shoyo's omen just before he'd disappeared back into the sea, but he puts it from his mind in favor of addressing the present and all of its many clamoring needs.]

Hello.

[As painfully awkward and even rude as L can be, he at least tends not to give the impression that it's intentional.]

Have you found all of those in Trench?

[And tamed them already goes unsaid, but strongly implied.]

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Oh, no— down, boys.

[ they are quite excited, but not so far out of it that they can’t obey her. the butts are wiggling, and they are so frantic two out of three huskies vocalize their anxiety with whines and yelps that might almost sound like words. there there, now they all get pets for being good! ]

They’re mine, from my home. But they’re a mess, aren’t they? Who’s messy?

[ wooauuuauuuauu!!! ]

🐕 MISFIRES (OTA)

[overlies]

[ there's nothing better than sending out a message on purpose in the guise of an "accident". these are what you could get, some altered (oh well), some not, in these flavors: ]

1. Come bathe with me and the boys. We have snacks, warm water, wet kisses and an impressive amount of desserts.
2. You're such a dirty (boy/girl). You definitely need a bath.
3. This would be much faster if I had an extra pair of hands in these suds. They could be yours. The shampoo is as close to 'Tootie Fruity' as Trench could get.
4. I heard you could work some magic with a brush.
5. Are you a dog person?

5. UN: Clickclickbloom

[onekindsoul]

OH! OH! I AM! I AM! I EVER HAVE ONE OF MY OWN!

[There's a picture of a very friendly corgi being sent over.]

[overlies]

How cute!
>> IMG_201
He's saying "HELLO! MY NAME IS TIRAMISU! YOU LOOK VERY HANDSOME!"

[onekindsoul]

Oh my gosh!
I love him!
Zwei thinks he looks super dapper too!
They definitely have to meet somtime!

[overlies]

Zwei. A nice name for a Corgi.
I have three others with me, at the moment. Would you and Zwei like to meet not one, but three handsome boys?

@worldcleansing

[overlies]

[ in her lap are three different loops connected to leashes, and laying next to the legs of her chair are three lovely huskies, all a different cap of colored fur. bright eyes and just about perfect coats, many people pass with watching gazes. makima doesn't pay mind to them but one that shows up. she's already treating herself to a massive mug of dark beer. ]

There you are.

[worldcleansing]

I didn't realize you were such a fan of dogs.

[ They haven't been here for a month, and she has three. It speaks of her priorities, but Light can't deny that something about the image fits. ]

[overlies]

They’re from my home.

[ while makima still had to get her trench native dogs at some point, a small chunk of her own wasn’t a bad idea or flex from mariana. ]

Tiramisu. Cheesecake. [ the black and grey capped huskies raise their heads in complete attention. the brown-capped one happens to have its bright eyes on light with a leisurely wagging tail. ] And that’s Brownie. All three needed a bath after washing up on the beach— now didn’t you?

[ her voice at the end there veers mildly into baby talk— which makes the pups excited. ]

[worldcleansing]

[ Light drops his head as he chuckles, sincerely amused. ]

I was impressed by the power of your nose originally, but now I'm wondering if it's just your love of food that should have been impressive.

[ All three are named after sweets. It slightly reminds him of someone else. ]

2B

[robussy]

inbox | plotting

The Sleeper Farm (CW for there being awful zealots, blood and all that fun stuff probably)

[threelayers]

[Neo wasn't exactly in a great mood when she came too in the Stalls. Thankfully, she wasn't in the upper levels where they kept people as little more than cattle, but her head was ringing and she was in a genuinely foul mood.

Upside was that bobby pins weren't exactly impossible things to get your hands on or keep wedged up and hidden inside of your hair, and umbrellas weren't usually seen as weapons. So, there she was, on her knees and poking at the lock of the stall very carefully when she heard someone nearby making a sound, turning her head and waving but putting a finger to her lips.

You know, just in case.]

[robussy]

[ when 2B comes to, it is a sluggish stupor she feels, her head wracking with the loud hum and clanks of machinery, but she could not see a thing. she could say a word as she groaned, first because her lips didn't move, and second— the reason for it, something thick, metallic and tight against her mouth so her voice and groans were muffled. the mouthpiece is chained behind her head along with her blinds. her limbs and torso are heavily bonded, bolted down with clasps to keep her from moving and putting her strength off balance.

they've done so with reason, for when the android awakens in full, she batters the shackles with a pull. her entire body pulses and glistens like a light her blood emits from tubes in her arms and veins in her heart. she's not easily ignored, and she still has organs to be salvaged.

she pulls more consistently at her restrains gaining ferocity as she did, and despite the bolts keeping the rusty metal clasps down— they shiver from the ground and weaken with each thrust of her body upward.

she's also making quite the thump, thump, thump racket. ]

[threelayers]

[Oh fuck. She was making a hell of a racket wasn't she? Neo definitely could understand the reason for it, but she didn't want to risk the zealots finding them prematurely. Best, she wanted this one up and as fully up as possible.

Taking the bobby pin she had in her hand, she ran over and reached out a hand, carefully testing to put hers on top of 2B's, gently at first to try and get her attention, but very ready to leap back. 2B was really strong, after all, and she wasn't about to risk the fact that she might try to grab her. After all, without the ability to talk and the need to keep things quiet, she had to be careful.]

[robussy]

[ as expected, 2B would jerk at the initial touch like a feral animal would. she could see, but she could hear, and this person hadn't said anything yet. she's only heard these little clicks but . . . other than that, 2B now remains highly alert of the presence next to her. she stops trying to pull herself free only to try and deduce what was happening and if the presence was a threat to her.

breathing harshly through her binds, 2B waits. she listens. neo will find that with enough patience and harmlessness to her touches of getting her attention rather than restraining or harming her, 2B will cease (after a few more uncertain jolts away), and she will try to listen to what she's doing. ]

FALCO GRICE

[grice]

inbox | plotting

@icanhearscreams

[grice]

[ falco was a little reluctant to leave jun after pulling him and vi out of the sleeper farm. even when they were connected— it took time for falco to find him. he could run out of class or whatever it was that he was doing at the drop of a pin now, constantly alert to any sort of change in the other boy's humor. sometimes, he would have to leave, and when he must, he will. but falco was always back, and insistent that he stay the night(s). today, when he's back from class, in inhales and settles his skipping heart before entering jun's room with his messenger bag and books with the day's notes and materials. within the bag is an assortment of snacks and treatments to attempt to heal his wounds at a quicker rate. black the aches out. make it as comfortable as possible.

confetti's container is also in there, but he doesn't let him out. not unless it's a good idea to. ]

How are you feeling?

[ he's so glad to be back here, and to see jun's face with color. . ]

[icanhearscreams]

[Jun tries to insist that Falco go to class - classes are important. But at least he's getting the notes, and Falco's not a bad note-taker. He's trying to rest, but it's hard. He spends much of the days watching things on the omni or texting people (or trying to) and the rest of the time just... sleeping. He's... really tired.]

[He wonders if sleepers can grow organs back? Or if they could find a way, the price might be too high.]

[His dreams are disturbed, mostly panic and vague shapes. Sometimes they're clearer, and when they are they're terrible. People he cares about being stuck in the sleeper farm, either with things missing or worse. He can't do anything... he can't do anything. That's why he has to be stronger. That's why he has to train. But right now he can't, and he feels useless.]

[He lets Falco try treatments, and while he's healing up faster than he thought he might there's still a ways to go before even the stitching can be pulled out. He's going to have a scar, and the thought makes him feel somewhat sick. At least he won't be able to see most of it...]

[Sometimes when Falco enters the room he's sleeping, but the past few days his omen has been able to manifest, Jun's body strong enough to exist without the boost. He's nudged awake as Falco enters, staring a little blearily at his friend. His face is indeed less pale, his body replenishing his blood faster than a normal person. He's still not at a hundred percent, but it's far better than the near-calamitous state he was found in. His glasses are at the bedside table but... he doesn't need them to feel Falco's presence. He reaches out for his friend's hand and presses it to his heart. He's alive. It's okay.]

A little better than yesterday... definitely not yet in any shape to go running, though.

[It's a joke, a little one - they both know he's going to need more rest.]

[grice]

[ it takes the average human body about two weeks to pull out stitches, and he imagines if they’re made neatly, correctly— jun’s were catastrophic for one with an eye for first aid. even falco could do better than this, exposed to it earlier in life and definitely more diligent about it. his body would be able to function with only a single kidney, but . . .

it felt a bit unfair, that falco could heal his wounds in a matter of minutes, and even replenish his own missing parts. if there was a way to only share that portion of the ability without the rest of its complications— it’d be nice. an impossibility not worth thinking too much about.

instead, he makes his way over to the bed’s edge beside jun, and allows his hand to be met halfway. alive, yes, and a healthy beat, at that. after a moment of feeling it thrum in the middle of his chest, falco rubs with a friendly, caring stroke of his fingers before pulling his hand back to his lap. he’s smiling, at least. it was a good shot at a joke. he’s happy he’s having the energy to. ]

You’re going to need another few weeks for that. We can take small walks, until then.

[ they were healthy to keep him moving— at least once a day, even if it was around the room, or around the house. ]

. . . You could look at the notes later, if you want.

[icanhearscreams]

Yeah...

[He's smiling a little too, just... glad to be in Falco's presence. The other makes him feel warm and fuzzy, and he's just happy to be around the other boy. He's alive, he's safe... he might not be healed but he's at least here and able to walk and talk. It could have been worse.]

[It can always be worse, especially in Trench.]

I'll look in a bit. But... right now...

[He stretches a bit and puts a hand to his back. A tiny bit of glitter-blood smears onto his finger and he wrinkles his nose.]

I think it's going to take a bit before I can really walk much.